Urasaka Oneshots and Short Stories

Pocky Game ShimaSen (F)

It seems when I'm mildly upset, I mass produce fluff so uh, here have this so soon ww


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The day after Urata had tested out this so-called pocky game for himself, Sakata immediately came running to Senra to sob into his chest and whine about the events of that day in great detail. Things he really wished he hadn't heard, but of course, held back any comments he would have liked to make towards his close friend, ran a comforting hand through his scarlet locks of hair and settled with calling him an idiot in the most endearing way.

"Sennnn!" Sakata cried out, his tears wetting Senra's shirt. "Ura had no mercy! He didn't hold back...and he just roughly tossed me over his shoulder like a-like a bag of potatoes! Is that all I am? It's just like him to turn such an innocent game into something like that!"

Rolling his eyes, Senra flicked the younger on the nose and smiled warmly. "Don't complain when we both know full well you enjoyed that." It amused him even more to watch the other's face brighten with color up at the comment, and realization that yes, he most definitely did enjoy it.

"Stop bullying me!" Sakata whined even more. He came here fully aware that Senra was used to his childish nature and would even baby him if he wanted, though he should have expected some teasing on the side. He never learned.

"Nope~ But, you should go ahead and go back to Uratan before I call and tell him you were cheating on him with me." Senra threatened, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Gasping, Sakata placed a hand on his chest in shock. "You wouldn't dare!"

Raising an eyebrow, Senra shrugged and began to dial Urata's number, only stopping as the redhead frantically jumped; stumbling off the couch and made his way out of the room. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving! Don't call him! Bye Sen~"

Once he was left by himself, Senra sighed and chuckled. Sakata was certainly...something that was for sure. Although, a piece of their conversation had stuck out to him. This 'pocky game.' He had heard of it before...and it sounded rather interesting. Remembering that luckily, he had some spare pocky leftover from the last time he had gone on a candy buying spree himself, he rather quickly got up from the couch he was sitting on and rushed to the pantry to find the box he was looking for.

It surprised even himself how enthusiastic he was about this...would his idea even work? No! He would worry about whether or not it would work later! Gracefully, he lifted a box of blueberry pocky; it reminded him of Shima, and he refused any other flavor unless his lover specifically asked for it, and returned back to where he originally was.

Checking his phone for the time, Senra internally panicked- Shima was supposed to return any minute now. Crap, he was running out of time! Fumbling with the package, he found it slightly harder to open than he remembered, struggling with it for a good 30 seconds before the sound of the front door opening echoed throughout the house. He was out of time, and he wasn't prepared! He wanted to surprise him...

One last try, he tore at the wrapping, winning the battle finally, grinning with pride, and pulled out one of the sugar coated sticks.

"Senra? You home?" Shima's voice called out as he shed his coat, shoes and bag while making his way over.

With no other option left in his mind, Senra settled the pocky stick between his lips, folded his hands in his lap and simply waited for Shima to walk over and notice. His face flushed in anticipation; perhaps this was a bad idea...maybe he could back out now?

"Ah there you are- Oh~ Is that pocky?" Shima grinned widely once he took notice of his boyfriend, thoughts trailing back to earlier that day when Urata told him bits and pieces of this so-called 'pocky game' a fan had told him about. So, Senra must have heard of it too~ Ah! Be still his heart! To be greeted in such a way, how could he refuse?

Nervously, Senra turned his head to the side, but was pulled right back in as Shima almost magically appeared by his side, sliding down next to him on the couch, placing a palm to his cheek to turn his gaze over so that golden orbs could meet amethyst ones. "I just so happened to be craving pocky too...and you have one of my favorite flavors with you right there~ Don't mind if I do!" Leaning in, Shima took a giant bite out of the pocky. Once the distance was much shorter, he deemed it okay enough to connect their lips, snatching the rest of the candy with his teeth, quickly devoured it, and continued on with eating what he deemed an even more delicious treat.

Senra.

As Shima deepened their kiss, Senra clenched his fists on the sleeves of the elder's clothes, instantly melting. His eyelids fluttered closed, and he almost didn't notice as he was slowly pushed back on the couch as their kiss continued.

Almost.

"M-maashi!" Breaking apart from the kiss, Senra covered his lips with his arm and glared as menacingly at the purple haired man as he could...which wasn't very at all much to his dismay.

"That is my name~ Though I'd love to hear you scream it out more." Shima smirked, peppering Senra's cheek with kisses.

"Stop that! Honestly..." Senra sighed, though reached his arms out and forcefully pulled the other into his chest. "I didn't mean for this to turn out quite like...this. But I guess I should have known better after Sakata warned me."

"Is that consent then?" Shima questioned, hoping with every inch of his being the answer was positive.

"Per-vert~" Senra giggled, placing a kiss to the elder's cheek. "Yes. Just, be gentle. Or else you can't touch me for a week. Got it?"

"Eh!? I-I mean...Yes!" Shima nervously answered.

Rolling his eyes, Senra sighed with the most loving smile on his face. "What will I do with you?"